Since I mentioned the dodo in my last poem…
The Dodo bird has been extinct
Three centuries or so.
It looked just like… well, actually,
Nobody seems to know!
Its island home was far removed
From men when sailors found it;
It might have thought its future
But in a mere one hundred years
They’d shed this mortal coil
And left us little evidence
To show what we’d despoiled.
We’ve got some sketches, written notes,
And fossils, little more.
We don’t know how they sounded,
How they lived along the shore.
We muse about their social lives;
We wonder what they ate.
This dearth of information leaves
Too much to speculate.
We think the bird was three feet tall,
Some sort of giant pigeon…
But there’s one thing we’ll never know:
Did dodos taste like chicken?